there's heavy rain outside. general disarray inside. craft and cubbies.
there's a fire roaring. a husband who brings in the wood. keeps us warm.
there's the school holidays. at the halfway mark. three weeks in all.
there's a hot cup of tea. followed by another. and then another.
there's a mountain of washing. from a week in the city. draped here and there.
there are details to record. in the fleeting spare moments. before i forget.
there are slippers on feet. beanies on heads. pajamas at noon.
there's chai simmering. on top of the fire. the slow cooker's on.
there's evidence of winter. everywhere i look. around here.